Quotes About Question

Psychologist Dr. Alfred Barrios conducted research on the nature of genius in the seventies. He set out to answer the same basic question I posed just a page ago: why do some people rise to greatness whereas others don't? To

I wonder why that is. I wonder why anything is.

Surprising, thought the professor as he turned away from Lydia and her notes. Really surprising how, in spite of drawing the wrong conclusions, one can arrive at the correct and all-important question

What would you risk dying for—and for whom—is perhaps the most profound question a person can ask themselves. The vast majority of people in modern society are able to pass their whole lives without ever having to answer that question, which is both an enormous blessing and a significant loss.

Night took the faces of this man and woman and peeled them off like a question formed inside a fetal darkness mouth.

The artist should ask: "How does one challenge this? How does one make life meaningful?

I wondered if there were other restless people asking the question with me: What if Jesus meant the stuff he said? .

Over there!" "Where?" Enna asked in mock panic "Do you see something?

Oh, man," she said. "That didn't, like, take off your real hand, did it?

Brooke?" he finally found the sense to ask. "What are you doing here?" "I need a gun." This was not how his dream was supposed to go.

So do I wish I was to be king? That is not a question I ask myself. I ask myself, Would I be a good king? Would I be quick witted and generous of spirit and full of that boundless energy? Or would I be clumsy and stupid and dulled by my own prejudices? I try to be a good man, since I am alive at all, and hope that that teaches me what I would need to know if I was ever faced with a higher challenge.

It's like being a good curator—like Barnes—getting the combination of everything so right that nobody even questions it; making a hard thing look easy.

The worse the mess, the more I get to wonder.

You are a question I will carry through Februaries far into my future. Young I can't imagine how long those winters last.

It had taken him by surprise when the bride had asked him. Why would she want him in her wedding? And that's exactly what he'd asked her. She'd smiled up at him, those big, brown wild dog eyes of hers making him feel all protective of her, and then she'd told him, "Because, dude, you're our karaoke king, and we worship at your altar.

She scrambled to her feet, "We… uh… better get back. The clothes… ya know." True, her ten grand worth of clothes were in the back of his pick-up, but he really needed a moment to… uh… compose himself. "Are you coming?" Well, that's a loaded question.

I think we're avoiding the most important question here. What matters most. What means the most to men like us." Conall growled at Billy Dunwich's sincere face. "I am not telling you if she swallows." Dunwich smiled. "Just tell me if she's a good girl...or if she's a very good girl?

He didn't expect that question to send her tripping over her own two feet and flying into the bookstore's erotica section he'd followed her to. Luckily he had fast hands and caught her before her head could make contact with the Kama Sutra.

Did you see that?" "See what?" And he couldn't keep his voice from breaking as tires squealed. "Boot sale at Marlands. We are so going back there

. I suppose we could ask the same question of Jesus. God sent Him to be the Messiah of Israel and King of Israel; why did He fail the first time around and get crucified?"

When things happen - you ask yourself why today, why not tomorrow, why not yesterday? That's the most amazing thing about time.

The question was which spell did I make? Which did I have time to make? The answer was eerily simple. I had time to make all of them.

And the voice grows stronger and stronger, and it's my voice this time and it's asking a question: How does she know?

The first question at that time in poetry was simply the question of honesty, of sincerity.